There was something wrong with me.
I could easily tell this, with how my thoughts fully focused on just the man down my iron sights.
But how did I come from an intelligence that gave me a much greater ability to process everything than an average human could ask for to someone incapable of turning his eyes away from his next kill?
Was it the influence of my evolved bond with Fay? The negative effect of killing too much without balancing up the scales of my intimacy with her? Was I now going into a bloody frenzy?
***-Ning-***
Or maybe a near-death experience, a first real one where I could feel the cold touch of the scythe-bearer on my shoulder was behind this strange change to my psyche?
Whatever it was, it wasn't a reason for me to keep this man suffering.
